“I’m becalmed, Jim! I need a noggin of rum…”
I think I may have just stumbled into an exceedingly low point in my life. (I’m becalmed, Jim!”)
Went to the hospital for my radiation treatments. Today it was wait and wait and wait… in a room with daytime TV. Then the treatment had to be interrupted–here, have some more waiting–and resumed. Losing track of the time, but I think by then we were zeroing in on the two-hour mark. It was almost 5:00 when we got home. (No, I won’t say why the treatment had to be interrupted.)
Well, at least I can have my iced tea.
Uh, no, you can’t. Reaching for the glass, I knocked it over, spilled it all, had to clean up the mess. And my hands, for some reason, are freezing. I’ve heard that chemotherapy can make you clumsy and give you brain fog. I’ve got ’em both.
My hip hurts. Again.
So sorry to hear that you’ve had a trying day today, and will pray for a better evening and time tomorrow! Seeing medical care people, etc. is VERY TRYING these days!!!
They’ve promised it’ll all go better tomorrow. But I don’t play hospital staff for this mess.
Just keep up the fight, you are winning.
Amen. You are winning and will continue to win. Prayers continuing.
You can do it, Lee. We’re all keeping you in prayer.
I need it.
I’m really sorry to hear you are having a bad day. I pray that God is your strength, hope, comfort and joy not only during the hard days but all days.
It’s the brain fog I don’t like – it makes me not want to out in public because I forget so much instantly what people are saying. Since I am an officer in several groups I have to show up and fake it till I make it. Tomorrow is my third P.E.T. Scan – prayers please.
Oh, yes indeed–prayers for you, Dave. I hope everyone joins in.